Hot Flash Halloween Edition - Are You a Good Witch?

Sarah ran her fingers over the rack of dresses, her lip drawn up in distaste. 

“You really want me wearing something like this?” she asked, holding up a farmgirl costume that was more porn fantasy than practical work attire. “Forget it. Don’t answer that question.”

Tim watched from the counter as Sarah passed over one costume after another. He’d already chosen his for Halloween – a superhero costume, complete with foam muscles to give him added bulk. The clerk, an old man with wide, thick glasses that magnified his eyes behind them and great bushy white eyebrows that reminded Tim of Geppetto. 

“Your girl,” the shopkeeper said, “she doesn’t like the costumes?”

“She’s not exactly interested in showing off her body,” Tim said, keeping his voice low. The last thing he needed was an argument with Sarah in the middle of the costume store.

“Shame,” the old man said, giving a soft whistle through his teeth. “She is very pretty that one.”

He had a Teutonic accent that only added to the sense that this man was a holdover from some old country, where things like cobblestone streets and gas lanterns were still a thing. Tim didn’t care for the way the old man was leaning against the counter, staring at Sarah’s legs as she wound around the racks of costumes. 

“I have something, I think,” the old man said. “Something maybe you both will like.”

“If you can find something that Miss Feminism will go for, I’ll pay you double.”

The old man chuckled and waved his hands. “No, no, it is my pleasure. I like to see a young couple in love. And even help them, when I can.”

“Hey, Sarah,” Tim called over his shoulder, still focused on the old man’s unnervingly kind expression. “This guy says he has the perfect costume for you.”

Sarah returned a sexy vampire costume to the rack and made her way to the counter. “This should be good.”

“Yes, yes,” the old man smiled, “just the thing for a scary night, but suitable for a lady, not some girl who wants to be pretty for everyone.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes. It was a look Tim recognized, the one that said she was open to suggestions, but didn’t have much faith. The shopkeeper stole away to some back room of the store while Sarah huffed, ready to be done with the whole thing. 

“I could just stay home. I barely know Ricky, anyway.”

“How’s it going to look if I go without you just because you can’t find a costume you like? I’m going to spend all night explaining to people where you are.”

Sarah gripped Tim’s hands, leaning into him, rising on her tip toes to kiss him softly. “You could just stay home with me, and maybe – Hey, that’s not bad!”

Tim ‘s eyes opened to see Sarah turning her attention back to the old man, who had a long black dress draped over one arm. It seemed formless, a swath of black cloth that looked six feet long. Sarah reached toward it, spreading long sleeves, the ends of the arms flaring out.

“It’s a witch?” she asked the shopkeeper.

“It is! Tell me, Miss, do you believe in magic?” 

“Me?” Sarah laughed. “No, but I’m starting to. I think I actually like this!”

“How much for both?” Tim already had his wallet open.

“For a pretty couple like you, I think for free. It’s a rental and not a purchase, so you can pay what you like when you bring them back. How is that?”

“That’s very kind!” Sarah said, nearly snatching the dress from the old man’s hands. Rather than perturbed, he looked pleased.

“Then it is all settled. You have a wonderful Halloween and I’ll see you the day after, yes?”

“Yes. And thank you again,” Tim said, pocketing his wallet. “Happy Halloween!”

Sarah’s diatribe continued in the car, but she did reserve some kind words for the shop owner, who she said ‘still understood the value of a woman.’ If that was some dig at the fact they hadn’t paid for the rentals, Tim missed it.

The party was in a few short hours, so returning to their shared apartment meant Sarah would be getting ready almost immediately. There was the shower, the hair drying, the makeup and then the inevitable battle to find the right accessories for the costume…

He was still fitting the superhero costume with its bulging padded muscles when he heard a sound from the bathroom. It was Sarah, and the sound was a small exclamation of surprise. 

“Sarah?” he called, pausing in his fussing with the costume. “Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah,” she said. And then she did a very un-Sarah-like thing. She giggled.

Tim finished his adjustments and walked awkwardly toward the bathroom, his gait affected by the padded costume. The bathroom just down the hall was still producing sounds, but they had gone from a squeal of surprise to something more lascivious. When Tim stood before the door, he was struck first by the idea that someone must have broken into his apartment, before realizing that the woman in the bathroom was Sarah.

She appeared to have been trying on the costume, as a version of it was still covering her, but Sarah and the costume both had undergone shocking changes. Sarah’s dark hair remained, but it was fuller. Her typically pale skin was tan, as if she had snuck into a tanning booth while Tim wasn’t looking. The costume itself was climbing up her legs, the long skirt dissolving to reveal her legs, now clad in wide fishnet that teasingly covered her legs. Her shoes, previously low-heeled pumps hidden by the dress, were now tall platforms that buckled over the tops of her feet.

“Timmy?” she asked when she saw me, a finger turned backward against her lips as she puzzled out the changes occurring. Her voice was higher, almost cartoonish. Tim watched as her normally thin lips plumped out in a blink, curling her mouth into a perpetual pout. “Something’s wrong, I think.” And then she giggled again.

“Sarah?” he asked, feeling stupid and helpless as he watched his girlfriend change before his eyes. 

While the dress exposed more of her thighs, the top of the dress, too, was shrinking. Or perhaps it was what was growing. Sarah’s naturally slim build boasted only small breasts, but the swell beneath the costume was growing, inflating like balloons, Tim thought, and had to suppress a mad laugh of his own. Where before there had been only slight bumps in the clothes she wore, the costume now clung to Sarah, barely able to contain the large, teardrop-shaped breasts blossoming on her chest. 

“Oh, my boobies!” she exclaimed with that high-pitched squeak. 

Her hands cupped herself, testing the new weight she sported on her chest. As she tested their size, her exploration grew less scientific and Tim could see she was clearly deriving pleasure from her own massaging, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as she ran over the new contours.

“Yum, they feel good, Timmy!”

The changes seemed to slow, and then they were done, leaving Sarah blinking at him dimly with a smile tugging at the corners of her puffy lips. The costume ended just below the split of her legs, showing off a curvier ass when Tim finally took all of Sarah in, and the top cut across her collar and left her shoulders exposed, a cramped valley between her breasts formed by the tight fit of the dress.

“Are you alright?”

“Totally!” she said brightly. “Just, you know…”

“What?” he asked. He was still trying to process that this was Sarah, she of the frowning expression and holier-than-thou attitude. But with her exaggerated curves and pouty lips, the long lashes over blank eyes… she looked like exactly the kind of girl Sarah would have normally looked down her nose at.

“You know?” Tim prompted.

“Like, just super horny!” She laughed and gave her massive tits another squeeze, wriggling on the platform heels like she had never taken a step without them. “Do we have to go out to a party?”

When she asked, she twisted a toe on the floor in a childish display of passive aggression, but the way she also sucked the tip of a finger, Tim was certain her sudden desire to stay home wasn’t illness. She was coming on to him, and in a way that Sarah never had. Sex with her had always felt like a battle for submission, until she agreed to spread her legs for Tim until he was finished, a duty more than a pleasure. This new version of Sarah, though, looked to have been specifically designed to turn him on.

“I think maybe we should take you to a doctor.”

She slinked toward him, wrapping an arm around the small of his back to hold his pelvis against hers. She was slowly grinding against him, and even through his costume’s padding, he could feel the heat of her. He was growing uncomfortably hard in the suit, and the fact that Sarah was leaning up to his ear to whisper another pleading request, punctuated with a wet suck of his ear lobe. As much as he was concerned, the urge to let Sarah lead him back down the hallway to the bedroom was too strong to resist. She was practically mauling him as they moved together, and the first time his lips met her inflated pillows, he felt her tongue push into his mouth. 

His hands roamed the expanse of her breasts, tugging down the top of the costume to free her mounds. He descended on them, pushing her back onto the bed, enjoying their size as the flesh pooled on her chest. His mouth covered her nipples, sucking and teasing. Sarah squirmed beneath him, tearing away the Velcro seal on his costume and Tim found it easier to remove than to put on, baring himself to the waist with Sarah’s aid. He paused in his worship of her mammaries to push down the waist of the costume and expose himself fully, his erect rod bouncing to attention. 

Sarah released another giggling ‘oooh’ when she saw it, climbing back on the bed so her back was against the head board as Tim clambered back onto the surface of the bed, crawling toward her. She playfully pushed him back, his cock hard and bent nearly to his belly. Sarah climbed up his body and took his root in her hand, another first for Sarah, who only begrudgingly gave a blowjob on birthdays and anniversaries, but this new version was quick to gobble his spongy tip between the swollen lips and swallow him down to the middle of his shaft. He fell back onto the sheets, gripping them in his fingers as his member exploded in pleasure, Sarah’s mouth hot around him. 

She worked his base while she bounced deeper onto his cock, easing his tip to the back of her throat and then beyond, suppressing her gag reflex to swallow him to his hilt. When she rocked him in her mouth, he knew he was close and she mercifully released his meat with a wet plop from her bee-stung lips.

“Does Timmy want something nice and warm for his friend?” she asked, giving his dick a wiggle. 

“God, yes,” he moaned, body humming with his need to release. He was a live wire, and every shift of Sarah’s gorgeous new body brought him even closer. 

He watched her straddle him, pulling up the costume’s lower hem until it bunched around her midriff and he saw now that she wore no panties. The fishnet hose she wore was crotchless, baring an unexpectedly shaved and glistening pussy. She gave it a rub as she watched, spreading he rpink lips for him.

“Baby likes it?” she asked, feigning a seductive pout.

“Yes,” he panted, and reached for her, drawn back to her drooping tits. When he touched them, she cooed and drug her hips over his stiff rod, the slick heat of it painting atrial along his underside. 

Then she was on him, holding his cock to guide her pussy onto it, impaling herself on the turgid flesh. She moaned, long and loud, as she slowly descended on him, gobbling his member inch by maddening inch until she sat on his pelvis, his sex buried inside her.

“You feel soooo good,” she giggled.

“So do you,” he managed, his mind rocked from the intense pleasure coupled with the utter insanity of the situation.

When she moved, her hips rolled with him inside her, massaging his member from within. She bent to kiss him and he rose to meet her, grinding with her. She was incredibly tight, a glove-like fit around him that also felt silken and molten in equal measures. She rode him with abandon, a free sexuality that the original Sarah had never possessed. She began uttering small chirping noises as she moved on top of him, and then she was gripping his shoulders, hard enough to dig half-moons into his skin. The slight pain was nothing compared to the joyous orgasm that they shared, each of them crying out. She held him inside her, squeezing and milking him until he’d deposited the last droplet of his seed inside her. 

She rolled off him, tangling her legs with his and curling close. She felt soft and warm and he held her close as they panted, their sweat-streaked skin pressed together. It would be no more than half an hour before they engaged in a second round, and a third after that, a new record for Tim and his strange new lover. In time, they fell asleep, Sarah’s hand still cupping the beloved cock between his legs.

“I still can’t believe it,” Sarah said, standing before the costume shop. The door was locked, a ‘CLOSED’ sign crookedly hung from the interior side. The windows were dusty and peering in the window only revealed an empty shop, a few boxes listed on their sides scattered about the room. “It was here yesterday.”

Tim shrugged, remaining as quiet on the issue as he was allowed to. He had been equally shocked to see Sarah - his Sarah, the old Sarah – curled beside him in bed that morning, a gentle smile on her face.

The costume was still on, but it, too, had returned to its longer, original form. Sarah herself believed they must have gone to the party. She could not remember going, she said, but she must have to be so drunk to have blacked out. Tim nodded, playing along. That seemed the easier explanation for her, but his sore pelvis and self-satisfied grin told another story.

“So what do we do?” she asked, the plastic-draped costume folded over her arm.

“I guess we get to keep the costumes,” Tim offered. “Look at the bright side,” he said, ushering her back to the car.

“What’s that?”

“You have your costume ready for next year.”

“True,” she said, reconciling the oddity of the costume shop’s disappearance. “I do like it.”

“Me, too, babe,” Tim grinned as he started the car, “Me, too.”